I saw two high school-age boys wearing shorts and short sleeves on my way back home from the world’s most fantastic dentist. And a convertible with its top down. I know global warming is a bad thing, and I do love my fireplace, but there’s something to be said for warm, sunny days, even when the sun starts to set at about 3:30 pm.
About the dentist: Years ago I was traumatized by a very evil man disguised as a dentist. I’ll tell you who he is if you email me. He used to scream at his hygienist while working on my mouth, broke off a file in a root canal, called me “a big baby,” and is, I suspect, a misogynist (No man I’ve spoken to has anything bad to say about him, but all the women do). He also cut the underside of my tongue with the drill, you know the part that attaches your tongue to the floor of your mouth? Took forever to heal. Add to that nightmare the fact that while deep in the throes of unmedicated bipolar disorder, I wasn’t too good at taking care of myself, teeth included, I ended up with a very sorry state of affairs in my mouth. So for years I was going to this Goebbels with a drill, too afraid to say anything or to speak up for myself, and then I moved to an apartment across the street for Dr. Kenneth Magid’s office. A saint. There used to be a sign on his front door with a picture of Ziggy hiding behind a dentist’s chair with the legend, “We Cater To Cowards.” Seemed to be the guy for me. He, along with all of the people in his office, have a wonderful bedside manner, don’t treat me like an idiot or a leper, and the best part? They give me “sweet air” for every session (I’ve gotten good enough that I don’t need it for cleanings, but there was a time…). He is an absolute superhero in my book. If you live in Westchester County or even one of the surrounding counties and don’t mind driving a bit for a fantabulous dentist, I can send you a card that gets you a discount for the referral.
